On a nice autumn afternoon like, oh, say, tomorrow, you might feel sun on your brow. You might see a leaf
get 0.0003% more crimson. You might pass a garage door and wish it would roll up to reveal a place to grab a
stout beer aged in a bourbon barrel.

Hopefully it’s this garage door. Inside is a brick-and-rafters hideout, mellow and
intimate in a supremely casual way. Come on in. Have a seat. Consider your new best friends. They’re 12
taps.

And they’re unleashing only beers from the brewery in the back room—a wet hop pale ale made with hops
shipped overnight, or a stout aged in bourbon barrels, or a sour beer aged in sauvignon blanc barrels with
fresh peaches. You never know what you’ll find—and next time, you probably won’t find it again.
They’re not super into making the same beer twice.